sábado, 1 de dezembro de 2012

#1 PRESSURE -- Anathema

As the pressure grows and these feelings flowTrample on bodies, bodies in holes of faithTimes I've asked the lord for forgivenessWhile kept under a spell of a sweating locust's breathNo need to tell me 'cause it's written on your faceSliding down now with the black lights shining

I don't care where you go you won't get away from meBlack as the night is day filled with no sympathyMarching down the hall for a miseryI don't care where you go, you won't get away from me

Mouth tastes of sick, stomach twist insideEverything's wrong and I can't get awayThe gravity of fear you can feel it coming nearIt's coming straight for you, it'll twist and drag you down